Belonging to Jesus

I wrote this poem several years ago, while experimenting with stylings used by Italian poet Christina Rossetti. I have yet to stray from severely personal poetry, but I suppose this is my niche. I love the usage of old and middle English verbiage and tend to incorporate much of this into my own poetry.

My Love (so bittersweet),

My heart I would give

To thee, ever freely—

Except it belongs to another.

My Dear (so faraway),

My passion would be thine,

Yet it is claimed by someone else

Who holds it ever tightly in their grip.

My heart (torn in two),

You would with joy be leaping

Were your song not laboured

By what you cannot have.

My God (make me chaste),

I would soon be straying

Did you not pull me aside

And shower me with grace.

My Lord (Keeper of all),

This heart, this passion

Belong to Thee

Hold them, oh, so close.